Rich as Nebuchadnezzar

It occurs to me how rich our lives are. All of us. Neanderthal or not. Nebuchadnezzer or not. This guy was a Babylonian king who was all over the Old Testament. He made war, punished those who refused to obey him, had a dream that Daniel interpreted for him (King N was represented in the dream as the golden head of a huge statue), which he ended up taking rather too literally, had a golden statue made and required everyone to worship it. Only a few guys refused, and would only worship their God (the true and right God, as it turns out in the book of Daniel). He had them bound and set afire. They walked out of the fire unscathed, and not only that, but God had been hanging out in the fire with them. So King N of course declared that real God, fire God, would only be worshipped. Then he had another dream, a very cool one, very poetic (check it out in Daniel 4). Daniel interpreted it again, and told King N he'd be driven from his kingdom, live in the wild with the animals, lose his reason, eat grass, and grow long freakish fingernails. And lo, it came to pass. For seven years the mighty King N wandered in the wilderness. Then, all of a sudden, after the predicted seven years, his reason returned to him, he praised God, and was returned to all the riches and glory of his kingdom.
Does this not sound like life?
We are all Nebuchadnezzars, I think. We have great riches, go mad, lose the riches, regain them, and only we know how amazing our lives really are. What comedies and tragedies we live every day. What dreams we wake from, the wonder of them, what visions or nightmares.
The exercise of the day is called Nebuchadnezzar's Dream, in which we commit an Act of Attention to remembering a time of great change, where we've gone mad, wandered in the wilderness, grown talons like eagles, then been restored to our great wealth and the riches of our kingdom. Maybe monetary riches, or maybe the riches we wrote about using our Neanderthal Eyes. Remember, reflect, write.